milowhy:

You don’t ask for no diamond rings

no delicate string of pearls

That’s why I wrote this song to sing

My beautiful girl

(via fivem0nths)

softcore:

Nicest Thing by Kate Nash

(via justalittlenonsense)

00sjams:

Leavin’ | Jesse McCartney

(via waldo-wears-blue)

ihumanoid:

I just really love this song

http://www.ladisputemusic.com/

http://ladispute.bandcamp.com/

La Dispute - Here Hear II - six

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain,
Whence the stone would fall back of its own weight.
They had thought with some reason 
that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.

Nothing is told us about Sisyphus in the underworld.
Myths are made for the imagination.
As for this myth, one sees merely the whole effort 
of a body straining to raise the huge stone
To roll it and push it up a slope a hundred times over;
One sees the face screwed up, the cheek tight against the stone,
The wholly human security of two earth-clotted hands.
At the very end of his long effort, the purpose is achieved.
Then Sisyphus watches the stone rush down in a few moments
Toward the lower world whence he will have to push it up again toward the summit.
He goes back down to the plain.

It is during that return, that pause, that Sisyphus interests me.
A face that toils so close to stones is already stone itself.
I see that man going back down with a heavy yet measured step
Toward the torment of which he will never know the end.
That hour like a breathing-space which returns as surely as his suffering,
That is the hour of consciousness.
At each of those moments when he leaves the heights
And gradually sinks toward the lairs of the gods,
He is superior to his fate.
He is stronger than his rock.

The workman of today works everyday in his life at the same tasks,
And his fate is no less absurd.
But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious. 
Sisyphus knows the whole extent of his wretched condition:
It is what he thinks of during his descent.

There is no fate that can not be surmounted by scorn.
If the descent is thus sometimes performed in sorrow,
It can also take place in joy.
When the images of earth cling too tightly to memory,
It happens that melancholy arises in man’s heart:
This is the rock’s victory.

But crushing truths perish from being acknowledged.
Thus, Edipus at the outset obeys fate without knowing it.
But from the moment he knows, his tragedy begins.
Yet at the same moment, he realizes that the only bond 
linking him to the world is the cool hand of a girl.
Then a tremendous remark rings out:
“Despite so many ordeals, my advanced age
And the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well.”

“I conclude that all is well,” says Edipus.
And that remark is sacred.

It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man.
It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted.
All Sisyphus’ silent joy is contained therein.
His fate belongs to him.
The rock is still rolling.

(via scatterbrainedyouth)

0pales:

Electric Feel (Cover)- Fleet Foxes

(via waldo-wears-blue)

(Source: ridingthekyuline, via 3-rase)

ahope-inhell:

You Me At Six - No One Does It Better (Acoustic Studio Version)

(Source: hulkh4nds, via fivem0nths)

breathe-hope-iin-me:

thingssheloves:

Matt Nathanson, To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts

(via justalittlenonsense)

swaggot-br0:

What You Gonna Do - Hunter Hayes

sankz:

It’s Time - Imagine Dragons

cashewx:

A Fine Frenzy - Electric Twist

“But you give me the electric twist, & it kicks, it kicks like a pony.”

autumnmichelle:

Never Let Me Go | Florence + the Machine | Ceremonials 

(Source: )

autumnmichelle:

Sara Bareilles | “Gravity”

"You hold me without touch
You keep me without chains
I never wanted anything so much.."

(Source: scorpio)

justanotherbagofbonez:new favorite at the moment.